• stainedwithinklings 9w

    Chai Tea

    He’s the perfect cup of tea,
    warm and smooth
    between my palms
    as ginger and cinnamon infused cardamom kisses pepper my throat.
    Little lumps dissolve
    as fingers twirl like spoons
    in my masala polished
    piece of paradise.

    I crave him, my good cane sugar, sweetened slowly
    like a Southern spiritual.
    Pining for the first sip.

    “But Little One,
    Do not stir up love until It so pleases.”
    Wait until the cup cools down,
    drink in his warmth
    without scalding,
    a slow burning bonfire crackling
    in my chest.